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Dr. Archer | The Invisible Man (sneakingaround) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-24 17:13:00

Entry tags:

invisible man, plot: delta, plot: tempus, van helsing

Who: Aiden and Archer
What: Escaped convicts chillin' out
Where: Outside the jail and into Chicago
When: Day 3 - After the Jailbreak
Warnings: ~~Well they're both crotchety jerks, so I doubt that this log will be full of fuzzy feelings.~~ I lied, the nerds are being totally civil. It's crazy.

After shooting out of the jail and into the morning air, Archer realized that he needed a plan. Initially, he had been thinking in the short term. Basic survival. But both he and Griffin had decided that thinking for the long term wouldn't be remiss. After all, they had no means of knowing when they would return to Bellum Letale, and he was an escaped prisoner. Would it be safe to return to his hotel room? Most likely not. Luckily he was paying on a day-by-day basis, so no money was lost there. But he was now down eight dollars, and he needed to procure more.

If his arrest had taught him anything, it was that being invisible and alone was hard. He couldn't just run out of the shop he had robbed, after all. He needed to put on his clothing lest he freeze to death. It might have been possible to hide his clothing somewhere, but that was no guarantee. And given the fact that he had to leave his money with his clothing, he could be gaining ten dollars only to lose twenty. It wasn't worth it.

"We need Thomas Marvel," Griffin remarked irritably. "I tried to function on my own, and it was ineffective. There are things we must do that cannot be achieved while invisible. Find a man that we can use, Archer."

Now the question was should it be a local or another resident of Bellum? It was difficult to think as he ran through the snow, clutching his coat around his wiry frame, but something jumped to mind. The man that had carried his clothing. He had remembered to hand over his glasses, which was reassuring. It meant that he paid attention to detail. He also hadn't struck Archer as particularly dense or idiotic, which was clearly a point in his favor. Perhaps he would be amenable to such an arrangement.

Glancing about, he managed to spy the man escaping in the opposite direction. Turning sharply, Archer ran after him. "Wait!" he called, falling into stride behind him and giving the other man a clear look at his face. "We need to talk," he wheezed, already getting tired from running. "I have a proposition."

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arcere
2010-06-24 06:11 pm UTC (link)

As soon as they had escaped the jail, Aiden headed for the side streets as fast as possible. He wasn't particularly keen on running, but he kept up a swift pace to avoid being caught or seen by anybody who might know his face. He'd long since let his hair go back to its usual state rather than being slicked back so smoothly it didn't look real, and he pulled up the collar of his jacket to hide his face. Suspicious? Sure. But also sensible.

So he hadn't really been expecting someone to suddenly call after him. Instinct screamed at him to bolt, which Van Helsing countered with a steadying reassurance that it was a familiar voice, not the police. Aiden looked back to see the invisible man from before coming to a halt behind him. Not used to running either, apparently.

"And it is?" he asked warily, still having no idea who this man was or if he was trustworthy or not, only that he could turn invisible and was incredibly precise about ... well, pretty much everything, if his attention to the clothing was a starting point.

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sneakingaround
2010-06-24 06:24 pm UTC (link)

Face red, Archer panted as they rounded a corner. "Let's wait until." He puffed, wiping his brow. Though it was freezing outside, he was beginning to sweat bullets from effort. "Until we find somewhere that we can talk." Coughing into the morning air, he ran with the other man until they had gotten some ways away from the police station.

The alley was quiet, still dark though the sun was threatening to rise any second now. Wiping his face free of sweat with the cuff of his sleeve, Archer sighed, leaning against a wall. Man he was out of shape. "I apologize," he gasped, taking off his glasses to wipe his eyes. "I am not...used to such strenuous activity." Clearing his throat awkwardly, he replaced the glasses and looked to the other man.

"First, I would like to introduce myself. I am Dr. Jasper Archer." He extended a hand out of courtesy. "And a proper thank you for minding my clothing is in order." He paused. "Thank you." After a moment, he continued. "As you can see, I possess an uncanny ability. I can fade in and out of visibility at will. However, as you are aware, I cannot manipulate the visibility of my clothing or any other nonliving object on my person. Thus, if I wish to reap the benefits of this talent, I must remain nude. In these current conditions, I'm sure you can understand why this would be problematic."

He paused, allowing the man to soak this all in. "We have no means of knowing how long we will be here, or if we will ever return to Bellum Letale. Thus, I believe it wise to begin thinking for the long-term. We must secure ourselves financially so that we may continue to eat. Now. My proposition is this. We can rent a room in a hotel between the two of us, saving money to be used for sustenance. In the meantime, I can use my gift to..." How to phrase this? "Acquire wealth." He should understand that. "I will need you to come with me and mind my clothing, as well as keep watch for any police activity."

Beginning to cool down now that he'd been flapping his gums for so long, Archer adjusted his coat with a sigh. "Any money that I gain on these excursions will be split in half. Fifty percent for you and fifty percent for me. However, I believe that if we remain a unit, we could both benefit greatly from the symbiosis."